Temp title #1337A Story by Taylor ShermanSeveral
Months later, several borders and a new continent away. “May I get you
anything else?” Looking up, my eyes locking onto the waitresses, she squirms
under my gaze, unable to break away. “uhh…sir?” Fidgeting more, she scurries
off when I break my gaze from hers. Shaking my head, I slowly sip the
same coffee I had ordered an hour again. Surfing the internet for news and
jobs. “When will they come after me again…” I mutter under my breath. Checking
my bank account I cringe, having very few funds left after escaping to America,
having burned down a large part of Russia. Shaking my head I can’t help but think
that it’s so hard to convince anyone that I actually am from Russia until I
show them my papers. My parents were Americans who moved there for their job. Which
as I know today, was just a cover up for their true actions. “Damned mages…”
downing the rest of my coffee, I get up and go to pay my bill © 2016 Taylor Sherman |
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Added on June 4, 2016 Last Updated on June 4, 2016 Tags: Fantasy, New Author, Work In Progress AuthorTaylor ShermanAboutI love to write, mostly poetry but working on a novel and a short story as of right now. more..Writing
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